[Depraved]

Sully heard that, and started banging his head against the bed.
Drifty yanked the gag out of his mouth, and leaned in close.
"You ready to talk yet, you dumb fuck?"
Sully moaned again.
He slapped him across the face, and brought his knife up.
"You dumb bastard! I told you to talk! I hope this moaning and groaning shit is working out for you, cause it isn't doing shit for me!"
Bringing the blade down alongside Vera-Ellen's favorite ink, he began to slice away.
"Now, baby girl; watch carefully. See how I cut all the way through the skin, then keep up the tension while I move the knife along?"
He indicated his progress with his other hand. She nodded, absorbed in her lesson. He slid his fingers in under Sully's tattoo and began to pull up the loosened skin as he cut. When he finally pulled the design free, she giggled like a child, and clapped her hands in delight.
"Can I try it on now? Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh?"
She took the dripping skin from Drifty's blood soaked hands, turning it over in her hands to view the weeping spiderweb of veins that covered the underside.
"It's not half as pretty on this side!"
A strange, dark look rose up in Drifty's eyes as she played with her new tattoo.
"I don't know about that...things like that have their own special beauty."
He sprinkled cocaine over the bleeding hole in Sully's shoulder, waking him up again. The bleeding stopped again, replaced by more tiresome screams. Drifty took the rag and shoved it into Sully's mouth once more.
"I am sick and tired of hearing you complain!"